#yamaemi

It didn’t help when the obviously new, young barista snickered a bit at my efforts. I felt my voice get smaller and smaller and my throats feel tight. Too embarrassed to look up at Yamaguchi, I played nervously with the hem of my shirt and quietly panicked. (2/2) ~Emi (Ahhhh this took forever to send in sorry DX I’ve been so busy it’s nuts @_@)

Yamaguchi approached the counter with you and looked it over with ease, about to open his mouth to speak, when he noticed the barista give off a quiet scoff. He frowned slightly and looked down at you. He was shocked to see you looking so frail, so feeble. His chest tightened up and he reached out to take your hand firmly in his. 

“What would you like? I can order for you,” he said softly to you as he gave a sidelong glance to the barista. He’d known how hard it is to interact with strangers and he’d frequently had panic attacks when having to deal with workers in the service industry. He couldn’t imagine how hard it was for you when you could barely speak the language. 

“I-Is that where we’re heading?” I asked as he pointed to a cute cafe. A small group of girls walked past us and giggled softly at our joined hands, whispering things like “cute couple”. My face burned bright but I couldn’t help but smile a bit. (2/2) ~Emi (Oh my god you and you’re girlfriend sound so ridiculously cute??? Ahhh??? I love it >///<)

Yamaguchi kept you close to him while you walked through the crowd. He was smiling outwardly at how happy you were making him. When the girls walking by you two started to giggle and whisper he felt his face start to burn red, but he couldn’t help but continue to smile. 

“Yes, that’s it.” He nodded to the cafe you pointed to and edged through the crowd to get to the front door. He pushed it open and held it so that you could go in ahead of him. 

“It’s one of my favorites. I hope that you like it here too.” He walked inside behind you to the cafe full of mismatched furniture and tableware. It was all one big crazy mess of patterns and colors, but it blended together nicely. The smell of freshly ground coffee wafted through the air as you two entered. 

Yamaguchi startled slightly when he felt your hand grab his. At first he thought maybe it was a stranger but he peeked back at you to notice that it was you holding his hand tight with a face like a tomato. He smiled endearingly and as his face also heated up he made sure to grip your hand tighter for security. He couldn’t help but marvel at how cute you were and how much he was enjoying this. He, of course, never would have had the strength to do this himself so he was glad you took it upon yourself. 

“It’s okay. You won’t get lost if–if you stay with me.” He gave a small determined nod and kept your hand firmly held in his while he walked along the sidewalk with you. He carefully edged around people in the crowd and murmured very soft ‘excuse me’s to everyone he passed. He lifted a hand and pointed up ahead to signal that your destination was quickly approaching. 

“I hope it doesn’t sound too strange, because I didn’t know you then, but hearing that you love volleyball so much makes me feel proud of you some how?” I giggled a bit in spite of myself. “Does that make sense?” ~Emi (2/2) (I hope my story isn’t too boring for you guys >///<)

Yamaguchi’s cheeks started to redden at your compliment and his chest puffed up a bit in pride. It wasn’t often that he was given such brazen compliments and he somehow guiltily enjoyed them. He looked down at you and smiled. 

“You are? I understand. Thank you…Nobody has ever really said that to me before,” he admitted sheepishly as he looked up at the signs you two passed under. He felt like he could just lose track of time with you. He knew you’d been walking for a while, but he didn’t really notice anymore. He was going to enjoy this day with you as best as he could. He sighed softly and glanced downward towards your hand that was quite close to his, wanting to reach over and take it, but too nervous to do so. 

Yamaguchi looked down at you while you spoke and then up in thought. He felt like he should always have loved volleyball, but he knows that wasn’t necessarily the case. 

“I liked it when I was a kid, but I was bullied a lot. I couldn’t really play ‘cuz nobody really…wanted me to,” he smiled apologetically and rubbed the back of his neck, “Sorry to get so dark on you. That’s just how it was I guess.” 

“Sorry, my mom was a bit of a nature fanatic so I know a lot of random things about plants and such.“ I smiled fondly at the memories. "You’re really sweet, Yamaguchi-kun” I tried to hide my blush by sniffing at the flowers. (2/2) ~Emi (I am finally back! I was sick forever it feels like! How’re you guys doing? ^_^)

Yamaguchi smiled widely as he watched you sniff the flowers. He was sure his cheeks would crack with the glowing smile on his face. He was surprised he could be so happy just from giving you flowers. You’d been so calm and gentle with him that he wanted to treat you the same way. 

“Did your mother have a garden? That sounds lovely.” He was trying to imagine an image of a younger you playing in a garden. It was a cute sight he wish he could see. He was impressed with your knowledge about plants and he made a mental note to start learning up on the local flora so he could try to impress you in return. 

“Do you like to garden, Emi?” It was a bit hard for him to drop the honorifics on your name, but he knew in english that was perfectly acceptable. He didn’t want to be too formal with you.

Yamaguchi kept his kind stare on you as his cheeks reddened. When you spoke in English he felt his heart pound in his chest. He couldn’t bear it, you were so cute. As he handed you the flowers he felt your soft fingers against his and swallowed hard. He wondered if holding hands would you would be an option any time soon.

As he stepped into the florist, I couldn’t help but smile to myself. Today was going even better than i could have hoped for! In a happy daze I looked at the flowers on display outside of the shop, humming quietly to myself. (2/2) ~Emi (omg i’m sorry that was so long!)

Yamaguchi waited until the door had fully shut before he wandered through the aisles of flowers in the shop. He wanted to pick something that wouldn’t be too imposing, but also something that would make you smile. His eyes settled upon some pansies nestled in the back corner. 

“These are perfect…” He mumbled softly to himself as he lifted the purple flowers to sniff at. He trotted up to the cashier to quickly check out and get the flowers tied together in a nice ribbon. Gestures like these would usually make him want to curl up and die of embarrassment, but he was somehow excited to give the flowers to you. He took them back from the cashier and turned towards the glass door. 

Watching you gaze into the flower shop made his heart skip a beat. The way that the sun shone on your hair made it look like a halo around your smiling face. He could see the dust of blush across your cheeks and the light sparkle in your eyes as you examined the shop window. Yamaguchi took a very deep breath before he walked out of the glass door and offered the soft purple flowers to you.